Here Am I, Dying Of A Hundred

All Chance, Direction, Which Thou Canst Not See

But Blind To Former As To Future Fate, What Mortal Knows His Pre-existent State?

What Riches Give Us Let Us Then Inquire: Meat, Fire, And Clothes. What More? Meat, Clothes, And Fire. Is This Too Little?

Consult The Genius Of The Place, That Paints As You Plant, And As You Work.

An Honest Man's The Noblest Work Of God.